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Today isn't Yesterday.
By Zachary Sanders BRONZE
Cleburne, Texas

Everything is interesting. An actor reading. A singer talking. A real television show. A car being loud. Nothing is interesting. An artist creating. A waterfall's ca...
Zachary Sanders BRONZE, Cleburne, Texas
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Rhythm
By TessLewis GOLD
Omaha, Nebraska
TessLewis GOLD, Omaha, Nebraska
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A Repetative Past
By Julia Macke BRONZE
Flower Mound, Texas
Julia Macke BRONZE, Flower Mound, Texas
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Sixteen Pound Cannonball
By Jace Borden BRONZE
Cleburne, Texas
Jace Borden BRONZE, Cleburne, Texas
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Insanity
By Julia Macke BRONZE
Flower Mound, Texas
Julia Macke BRONZE, Flower Mound, Texas
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Light
By Anonymous
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A Southern Summer
By jem1622 BRONZE
Lewisville, Texas
jem1622 BRONZE, Lewisville, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
A trying time is no time to quit trying.

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I need you now
By RisaLovesYouu GOLD
RisaLovesYouu GOLD,
13 articles 6 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
Don't settle for a spark.. light a fire.

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thats the way i loved you.
By cheer1234 BRONZE
Galion, Ohio
cheer1234 BRONZE, Galion, Ohio
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Over It
By letsdefuseit BRONZE
Duck, North Carolina
letsdefuseit BRONZE, Duck, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes I break down so hard you can hear it, and when I can stand to come near it with means to repair, the chances of walking out unscathed are slim to none.
I know because I’m one; a victim of second-hand breakdowns and bad impressions, made under intoxicated conditions with poorly lit expressions. And I regret not going back, I regret not missing flights, I regret not asking for more and taking chances that I can only hope will not be forgotten. My fingers are crossed.

I-O-U.

Now my telephone’s dead and I can’t stand to hold out like this, but I’m constantly checking myself so as not to be a burden. Anything too heavy eventually gets dropped, no matter the cost. Let me be light as a feather, but valued enough so as to remain in a back pocket, until those jeans need washing and I find my place on a bedside table, to be read aloud on nights when memories and prying needs return to haunt the foundations of this room.

Pick me up,
Read me every now and then,
I won’t disappoint.
*I am* witty and engaging so bless me with attention, because I’m *dying* for attention *without* any means of telling *you*."- Alex Gaskarth

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